les defeudeures de la cause

la bauté de mon peuple malgré la miser.

The desert Mano Dyak

How to find the right words to describe the invisible love of nomad people for the desert?

For those who never lived in it, the desert seems to be a big empty space while to us it is an infinitely lively place. How to explain this love we feel for our sparsely inhabited and difficult world?

Ones personality is deeply influenced by the invironment he lives in. Each persons personality is molded by the prototype of this environment.

The desert is the best example for this adaptation of mankind, for they have grown together – man has melted with the place where he lives.

From the prototype of the place where he lives, the Touareg was formed. He not only demands of himself modesty to survive, but a strict and strong behaviour to defend his life as well. He knows he has to adapt to the desert, has to understand it, to listen to it if he wants to survive. Because the desert will always be stronger than him. To live in it he has to be modest as well as courageous.

To me the desert is extremely beautiful and clear, shocking and fascinating at the same time. Each time I have to face it, it leads me to an exciting journey into my own soul where I struggle with melancholic memories, fears and hopes. It is the desert that teaches me the dialogue of infinite mysticism.

The desert, it is the mystery of the wind moving the dunes forward in front of it and giving them the strangest forms with distinct lines.

It is the mystery of an acacia living lost among these endless sands like something forgotten from another age.

It is the mystery a bunch of grass that came from nowhere and that lives in the overheated sand, destructible and tenacious at the same time.

It is the grass drawing secret patterns to the sand, the blade of grass which becomes the pen of spirits who write with it messages and signs of destiny on the sand.

It is also the mystery of those thunderstorms coming from nowhere pouring their water down like floods of life.

Finally it is the mystery of the fragile and graceful gazelle, its fugitive appearance, it is the mystery of the addax, the mighty sovereign of this land. Only he is the owner of the absolute knowledge, because only he can live for years without drinking the smallest drop of water. He is the only one who does not respect the law of those who inhabit the desert: Aman Iman – Water is Life. The addax does not care for water. He is alive.

The desert, it is all mysteries at the same time, many reasons of astonishment feeding the love of Touareg people for the desert.

For us, the nomad people, there is nothing of more affection, nothing more captivating than a caravan meandering through the endless sands, nothing more captivating than the poetic feeling of a nomad camp at night when the campfires will be set ablaze, the herds come home.

It is the magic time when the dunes and the sky are dipped in the ardour of the setting sun and its colours melt into one another.

What else can a human being wish if he has the privilege every night to fall asleep under a sheltering sky, under a sky covered with millions of stars shining to enlighten his dreams.

The desert that is for us, the nomad people, a deep and absolute passion, those are pictures that even death can not take away from us.

The desert seems to be eternal to its inhabitants and it gives this eternity to all thosewho feel united with it.